Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 17:09:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Inside Bobby's Bedroom (t/t, anal, oral)

This imaginary story portrays an encounter between two teenage boys, with
graphic descriptions of gay sex. If you are too young to read it, or live
in an area where you're not allowed to read entertaining stories of this
type, then don't read it.  If you'd like to read MORE stories of this type,
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I. Inside Bobby's Bedroom

Bobby Anderson is a good friend of mine, he has been for 3 years now, ever
since my family moved to Sacramento. My name is Scott Jeffries, and I'm 16,
and Bobby is 15. That means that I was 13, and he was 12 when we first
met. Bobby's pretty cool. He's got long, dark blonde wavy hair, he's about
4'8" tall, with deep blue eyes, slightly crooked teeth that are VERY white,
freckles, dimples, a nice complexion, you know, not real tanned, but not
pale white like some kind of a Goth. I guess he weighs about 100 pounds or
so, maybe a little less. He's really a nice guy, but he's always been kind
of, I dunno, kind of delicate or sensitive. I don't know if those are
exactly the right words.

I'm taller, which is no surprise, as I'm older, 5'6" tall, with kinda dark,
curly brown hair. It sort of hangs over my eyes, which makes my mom growl,
"Why don't you PLEASE go out and get your hair cut?" I like it longish, I
think it makes me look kind of, I dunno, different, and I don't mind being
a little different, unlike all the other clones at Gray Davis High. Bobby
doesn't mind being a little different either, which I guess is why we get
along so well.

Bobby has been acting, I dunno, kind of nervous and sort of upset lately,
so I've been wondering if everything's alright.

"Hey Bobby, what's up?" I say to him in the hall at school.

"Ohh, geez, Scott, that `whazzup' thing is kind of, uhh, last week," he
replies.

"I didn't say `whazzup', dork, I said `what's up.' Geez,' I retort. "So,
whadda ya doin'?"

"Umm, not a whole lot. I've got a term paper I gotta do in World Lit. You
want to help me with that?" He says.

"Uhh, you're kidding, right?" I answer him hesitantly. I'm pretty good at
soccer and track, but literature's not my strong suit. I'm not stupid, I'm
really excellent at Math and Science, but stuff like Lit and History bore
me to tears.

"Duh," Bobby says, and punches me in the arm. Then he hesitates, and says,
"But would you like to come and sleep over tonight? I could use some help
with some other stuff..."

Since it's a Friday, and I don't have anything else to do, I say,
"Sure. I'm sure mom'll be okay with it."

"Great," he says, with a funny expression. "Come on over for dinner, too,
okay?" I've never turned down an invite for dinner, so a few hours later I
find myself at his house, digging into a Ramone's pizza with
everything. While we're eating, Bobby's mom says that she got a late
invitation to a Tupperware party, so we'll just have to entertain
ourselves. Bobby says he's got a couple of Blockbuster DVD's, including
Final Destination II, so we'll be cool. I look at him and grin when he says
`cool,' `cause his mom eats up those 40's or whatever expressions. Bobby
grins back at me.

Bobby's mom is going on about something or other, when I hear her ask me,
"Bobby is SO close-mouthed about his other friends, Scott. He won't even
tell me if he has any girl friends!"

She looks at me expectantly, like I'm supposed to say something, so I just
say something like, "Ohh, well school really doesn't let us have girl
friends because they're afraid that couples will have pre-marital sex." I
can feel my face turning red as I say that, and the look on her face looks
like she'd like to turn red too.

She just mutters something about "Times being different," and goes off to
get ready.. Bobby looks at me with relief on his face. The truth is, Bobby
doesn't have a girl friend that I've ever seen, but I've never thought it
mattered. It's not like I was going to be dating him, after all. He's my
friend, that's the important thing. As I thought about it more, I got a
little mad at his mom for being so nosy, AND for putting me on the spot.

I start to say something, but then Bobby says, "Let's go watch TV in my
room, okay?" As we head upstairs, Bobby's mom rushes out the door with a
hurried, "'bye," and I'm dragging my backpack with my shortie pajamas and
toothbrush, and all that stuff, and walk into Bobby's room. I'd been in his
room countless times, but as I look around, I find myself unable to speak,
at least at first.

Bobby's looking at me, and I say, "Geez, Bobby, it looks like a boy band
exploded in here!" He's got posters of all kinds of boy band groups on his
walls, where most guys would have like Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue
or something. Bobby slumps onto his bed, and says, "Crap! I knew you'd
think it was queer!"

"What are you talking about?" I say. "Why did you say `queer?'"

"Oh, Scott, I don't know..." he begins. "There's something...I want to..."
He doesn't finish, but starts crying. I feel really bad for him, and put my
arms around him. He huddles into my arms, and cries for a little while,
then pulls away reluctantly. Oddly, I'm sorry when he pulls away, too. He
looks up at me with his eyes so blue, and I feel a pang for him being so
miserable, but I don't know what to do. So I just look at him and say,
gently, "Why don't you just TELL me, Bobby?"

He sniffles a couple of times, and says, "You're gonna think I'm a queer."

I say, kidding, "I ALREADY think you're a queer," but he doesn't smile so I
know that wasn't the right thing to say. So then I just stay quiet.

Bobby then says, "Scott, I really like boys. And I really like you. I think
I AM a queer, and I'm gonna burn in hell."

I don't know what to say, but I'm thinking about what he said. We've both
seen gays on TV, and in movies and stuff, and we never really talked about
it. Neither of us, as I think back on it, ever said bad things about gays,
but it's not like we'd been out banging a drum for them either. While I'm
thinking about that, I'm also thinking about what it'd be like if Bobby WAS
gay, and if I had to kiss him for some reason. Strangely, I don't feel like
throwing up or anything, I'm just wondering what that'd feel like.

By this time I'm getting a little better hold on the situation. "Bobby,
just what EXACTLY are you talking about?" I say.

Bobby gets a little smile on his face, and says, "I've been waiting all
along for my hormones to kick in and make me want to fuck girls." This
surprises me, him using the word `fuck,' because Bobby doesn't normally use
curse words or that kind of blunt word. I can't say the same for me, but
Bobby's always been a lot better about that than me.

"Finally, they did, you know, I got my pubic hair, and my dick got bigger,
and I even started shooting cum when I jack off, but not from thinking
about naked girls."

"Umm, you mean from thinking about ... guys?" I say. Bobby nods.

"Yeah, but that's not all," he says.

"What else is there?" I say.

"I like... I like, umm, girls' clothes..." Bobby mutters. "When I feel
girls' clothes and stuff, like on my dick, it feels, well, nice, and umm, I
like to jack off." I am stunned at this confession. I also feel a tingle in
my own dick at what Bobby is saying.

"Geez, Bobby, that's kinda... cool," I say. I surprise myself by saying
that, but surprise myself even more when I say, "What girls' clothes do you
have?"

Bobby looks at me shyly, and says, "Would you like to see me wearing some?"

I say, "Uhh, yeah, that'd be pretty neat!" I can feel my cock starting to
swell up at the thought of seeing Bobby in a girl's outfit. "You got one
you can put on?"

"Uhh, yeah, I'd like to show YOU my outfit," he says. "Could I put it on
now?"

"Hell, yeah, that'd be neat," I say.

"Okay, but sit up close to the TV and watch it while I'm changing, okay?"
Without a word, I turn my back on Bobby and watch TV like he asks. I can
hear him making various noises, and even catch a whiff of some perfume, but
I try to focus on the show. It's hard to do with my dick as hard as I've
ever felt it. It's bulging out the front of my jeans, and I wonder what
Bobby will think of that.

"Okay, turn around," I hear him say. I turn around slowly, and in front of
me is this really cute girl, but she's got Bobby's face! She's wearing some
kind of light blue dress, with a swirly kind of skirt part to it, and she's
kind of flouncing it from side to side. She's got cute little breasts, and
her legs look really nice. I stand up, and she says, in Bobby's voice, "How
do I look, Scott? Am I ... pretty?"

I look in her eyes, and she looks so uncertain and afraid that I feel a
rush of tenderness overcome me. I take Bobby in my arms and hold him close
to me. His body is incredibly warm, and soft in my arms, and his smell
intoxicates me. I feel my hands, at first holding his lower back, slip down
to caress his round, firm ass cheeks. He whimpers when he feels my firm
grip on his butt, and he wiggles his ass slightly in my grasp, and murmurs,
"Oh, Scott."

My dick feels as though it's going to explode. I've made out with some of
the girls at school, but none of them ever gave me the thrill that's
running through me right now. I start rubbing my hard cock against Bobby's
front, and I'm shocked to feel his hardness, too. But thrilled, and eager
for more of him. I feel Bobby's warm breath on my neck, and his breathing
is heavy.

I pull my head away from his, and look in his eyes. Seeing the uncertainty
there, I impulsively bring my lips to his. His breath is warm, and sweet
into my mouth, his lips soft against mine, his tongue shyly probing into my
mouth. Our lips work against each other's, my head is spinning from the
passion I'm feeling with Bobby in my arms, kissing me!

We hotly war with each other's mouth, and pressing our hips together. I
feel jolts of electricity through my cock every time my erection presses
against him, and I know that he's feeling the same thrill. My hands flip up
Bobby's skirt, and slip under Bobby's cotton panties. I can feel my hands
on Bobby's bare ass underneath the cotton fabric, my hands now imprisoned
under the taut cloth, pressing my eager hands into his warm globes. Bobby
coos, and wiggles his sweet ass again. He whispers, "Keep touching me,
Scott. It feels so nice," then softly kisses my throat.

My fingers are drawn, as though heat-seeking, to the crack of his ass,
where his smooth, round butt cheeks come together, and I can feel Bobby's
interior heat. My index fingers find the opening to his inner
furnace. Wiggling around, then into the opening of Bobby's ass hole, I find
him moist, and my finger easily slips in past the tight, puckered ring of
muscle. Bobby shudders with pleasure, and presses himself against me. I can
feel his ass sphincter loosen, as he encourages me to go deeper inside him.

As my finger is sinking deeper into Bobby's velvety rectum, I feel one of
his hands eagerly seeking out my hard cock to stroke it spasmodically, as
though he craves contact with the flesh of my body. He locates my shaft,
and begins stroking it up and down, stimulating me to greater length
through my jeans.

II. Inside Bobby's Pants

The fingers of my other hand search for the waistband of Bobby's panties,
and I roughly pull them down, first off one butt cheek, then the other,
never removing my index finger, which is as deep inside his tight hole as I
feel I can get. Bobby wiggles his hips, and the panties slip down his slim,
hairless legs and pool on the floor around his petite feet.

I slip down onto my knees, nearly out of my mind with passion for this
lovely boy, and use my free hand to lift up the front of his skirt, though
it's already partially lifted up by his erect cock. I stare at his erect
dick for the first time. It looks like it's about 5" long, and stubby and
thick, and circumcised. My hand wonderingly touches him for the first time,
and a drop of a pearly white liquid pulses out of the tip. His cock is
incredibly hot! The flesh of the head of this delight is soft and velvety
smooth, but underneath, it feels like a rod of steel. Bobby moans at my
touch, and I am drawn to his sweet shaft, the aroma coming from the head of
his dick, and from around his balls more enticing than the dab of perfume
he had placed behind one ear.

My tongue dabs out hesitantly against the head of Bobby's cock,
accidentally catching the tiny stream of liquid seeping out of the slit in
the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, and I want to taste more. I feel
Bobby's hands in my hair now, and I can feel the expression of his pleasure
as his slim fingers run through my curly hair. My mouth and lips slip over
the plum shaped head of his dick, and Bobby groans with the indescribable
pleasure he's feeling. He moves his hips forward slightly, and his cock
slips deeper into my mouth, as I willingly take him in.

Bobby's penis sinks deeper into my mouth, until I feel the sparse, blonde
pubic hairs above his shaft begin to tickle my nose. The sack of his balls
is warm against my chin and lower lip, but I feel no hairs there. His balls
are heavy, but smooth and hairless. He begins rocking in and out of my
mouth, and I remember that I still have a finger inside of his hot boy
ass. My second finger begins toying with the little bit of ass opening
surrounding my finger, and I feel Bobby ease his ass muscles even more to
create an opening for me. I hear Bobby above me.

"Yeah, Scott, your hot mouth feels SO nice around my cock! Please suck me,
baby, I want to cum in your mouth, and I want to taste your cum, too! OHH,
FUCK! YOUR FINGER IS FUCKING ME SO NICE!! FUCK ME HARDER, BABY!! PLEASE
FUCK ME!! PUT ANOTHER FINGER UP MY ASSS!!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH
YOUR HARD DICK UP MY ASSS!! YESSS!! YESSSS! OH! I'M CUMMING!! FUCK!! I'M
CUMMMING IN YOUR MOUTH, SCOTT!! UHHHH!! UHHH!! FUCK!!!!" As my second
finger slides in, forcing its way up Bobby's butt, I can feel Bobby's dick
jerking in my mouth, as he shoots load after load of his cum in my mouth. I
don't know exactly what to do, but I know it won't kill me, since I'd shot
off in some girls' mouths before, plus I'd tasted my own cum once or twice
when I'd been especially hot jerking off. I swallow as much of it as I can,
but some runs down my chin.

I can feel Bobby's fingers, at first frantic as he's coming, and totally
messing up my hair, then calming down, and he starts stroking my hair more
calmly now. "God, Scott, that was GREAT!" He says. "I never felt anything
like that!"

I don't say anything, as I'm still enjoying the smell, and taste and feel
of his cock, now softening in my mouth. We both stay in our positions for a
few minutes, then Bobby speaks. "Scott, would you, umm, do more in my
backside, like with your fingers, and uhh, stuff?"

I pull my face away from his cock then, though it's surprisingly starting
to stiffen up again, and look up at him, grinning. "Love to," I say. I stay
on my knees, though, and put my free hand on his slim hip, turning him
around, and slowly remove my two fingers from his ass as he turns. I
hesitantly sniff at the two fingers that had been up Bobby's ass, and
decide I like the soft smell. It's reminiscent of the skid marks on my
underpants that I like to smell sometimes.

I use both hands on Bobby's hips to get him fully turned around. "Hold your
skirt up in the back," I tell Bobby, lewdly. "I want to look at your naked
butt." Bobby eagerly lifts up the loose fabric, and holds it at his waist,
and I'm gazing at his perfectly round ass globes. They're completely
hairless, just a very fine peach fuzz evenly distributed on them. His skin
is perfect and flawless, though very pale since his butt has never been
exposed to the sun. He twists his upper body around to watch me as best he
can, and I can clearly see the eagerness in Bobby's eyes.

I put a hand on each ass globe, and slowly separate them, to see for myself
where my fingers had spent such a pleasurable few minutes. Bobby
involuntarily pushes his ass back at my face, and I smell more of that
sweet perfume coming from his hole. His ass pucker is fully exposed now,
like a pair of lips, and I give in to the temptation to kiss these lips,
bringing mine to his, and gently pressing my mouth to his anus. I'm tickled
by the likeness of his ass hole to a mouth, and I jut my tongue forward to
kiss him as intimately as I know how.

My stiff tongue slips easily into his yielding depths, and I only regret
that my tongue can only penetrate an inch or so inside of him. But at least
I can thoroughly wet him with my mouth, because I know that I'll soon be
fucking that tight anus with my cock, which is bursting the seams of my
jeans. I swirl my tongue all the way around inside of Bobby's boy hole, and
it occurs to me that I had never done anything like this with any girl
friend, but then it also occurs to me that I had never wanted to do
anything like this with a girl. But here I am doing it with a boy! With
Bobby.

I mimic fucking Bobby's ass with my tongue, and he responds by moving his
ass tighter against my mouth. I almost don't want to pull my face away from
his bottom at all.

III. Inside Bobby

"Ohh, Scott, God! Your tongue is making me crazy! But PLEASE! I want to
feel you inside of me! PLEASE!!" On hearing these words from Bobby, I
reluctantly remove my face from his tight ass, and stand up shakily. I'm
standing behind Bobby, and he is still holding the skirt up above his
waist, still exposing his sweet ass to me. His head is resting on my
shoulder, his free hand is searching avidly for my cock.

Unwilling to wait for Bobby, I unsnap my button, and pull down the
zipper. On hearing the sound of my zipper coming down, Bobby sighs with
pleasure. My jeans drop down around my feet. I look down my front, and see
my 6", slender circumcised dick is tenting out my tighty whities, leaving a
large wet spot where the piss slit touches the fabric. Wasting no time, I
hook my fingers under the waistband of my under shorts, and pull them down,
being careful not to catch my dick in the elastic.

As my shorts drop to the floor, I take my erect cock in my right hand and
bring it to Bobby's tiny brown hole. As soon as Bobby feels the head of my
dick pressing against his opening, he lets go of the skirt, and, bending
over, holds onto the desk in front of him, giving him leverage to press his
anus onto my dick. Within a matter of just a few unforgettable seconds, my
cock is sliding deep inside Bobby's tight, hot rectum, as he grasps my body
with his, squeezing and relaxing his sphincter alternately.

As he squeezes me, I begin sliding in and out of his rectum, really, really
FUCKING my sweet boy friend!

"Ahh, God, Bobby, I can feel your hot ass squeezing my cock! You're so
tight, so hot inside!! I'm FUCKING YOUR TIGHT BUTT, FUCKER!! YOUR HOT BOY
CUNT IS GETTING FUCKED BY MY COCK!!! I'M SO DEEP INSIDE YOUR HOT, TASTY
ASS!! FUCKING! I'M FUCKING YOU!!" I feel like I'm getting carried away with
the feeling building up inside my cock and balls.

"Yeah, unnh, unnh, fuck me!! FUCK ME DEEP INSIDE!! CUM INSIDE ME, BABY!!
FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK, SCOTT!! UHH!! CUM INSIDE ME!! SHOOT ME FULL OF
YOUR HOT CUM!! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR LOAD DRIPPING OUT OF MY TIGHT CUNT!!
OH!! OH!!" Bobby's breathing more and more heavily as he grunts this out,
both of us really lust-filled animals now, lost in the sexual frenzy that
we've awakened in each other.

"OHH, FUCK, BOBBY!! I'M SHOOTING!! I'M SHOOTING MY HOT LOAD OF CUM IN YOUR
ASS!! IN YOUR CUNT!! I'M FUCKING YOU!! FUCKING YOU DEEP!! FUCK!!" With that
I pass the point of no return. Jolts of electricity shoot through me, as I
feel load after load of my sticky, white cum splashing against Bobby's
sweet rectum.

"UHHHH, ME TOO!! FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN SCOTT, FUCK!! UHH!! I'M
SHOOTING!!" I know that Bobby has not touched his dick while I've been
fucking him, as he's barely been able to keep from being crushed against
his desk by my frantic pumping, using both hands to push off from the piece
of furniture. My face next to his in our lustful pumping, I look down at
his rampant dick. Untouched, I see another load of sperm squirting out of
his penis, landing squarely on his World Lit book.

I start laughing then, holding Bobby close to me, the both of us joined by
my cock firmly inside his ass. I gently kiss his sweet, smooth throat,
nuzzling his ear, and whisper, "It looks like you just got a start on that
term paper!" Bobby looks down, and joins me in our laughter.

We stand there contentedly, enjoying the feel of my swollen cock filling
Bobby's tight ass, then I slowly ease my dick out of his hole. As the head
of my cock slips out of his now-brown and reddened ass hole, I see there's
slimy cream all over my cock, some of my cum still sticking to my dick, the
rest up inside his rectum. I take Bobby by the hand, and walk him over to
his bed. I lay down on it on my back, smelling his body all over the
sheets, and pull him down on top of me, so that his feet are at my head,
and his head at my feet.

"Get up on your knees, and squat over my face," I whisper, and Bobby
hurries to comply. I put my hands on his hips, and guide his ass down to my
face, his hole dripping the excess of cum onto my lips, his balls and heavy
dick resting on my chin. I smell my cum, and Bobby's ass all mixed
together. I kiss his sore looking anus, and gently lave his puckered flesh
with my tongue. His skin there is all slippery from my cum, and I eagerly
lap at his hole. Meanwhile, Bobby begins bobbing his mouth onto my
stiffening cock, licking me clean, but causing me to leak again into his
mouth.

We both treat each other, softly and gently at first, but then losing
control over our emotions and becoming jerkier. I'm fucking Bobby's ass
hole with my tongue, he's sucking like mad at my dick. At some point, both
of us whimpering and grunting, we cum. I shoot a small load of cum into
Bobby's eager, wet mouth, and he shoots a smaller load onto my chest. We
slow our movements, then Bobby crawls around to cuddle on my chest. Our
lips come together warmly, and we drift off to sleep.

We both know that there will be many smiles and laughs together in the
future.

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